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At bridge level, sixty-five feet above the water, an albatross flew beside us with his right leg up scratching his ear. But not even that was as weird as this whinny, in ocean air, so far from land. We knew, of course, where it came from-and the whinnies that followed as well- but knowledge didn't make the sound less strange. Andy said, "These are not the horse latitudes." On Hatch 4, Bay 1, about halfway between the bridge and the bow, were four containers said to contain twenty- four thoroughbreds. One of them was Dr. Sab, out of White Reason by Seat- tle Slew . Undefeated in five starts, Dr. Sab was on his way to race in Guaya- quil. So was The Admiral. So was Axe Lady. Most of the other horses were nameless two-year-olds on their way from Royal Eagle Farm, in Panama, to the stables of Silvio DeVoto, in Ecua- dor. To tote nine tons of horses eight hundred miles, Lykes Brothers was charging six thousand eight hundred dollars. For a few hundred more, the company was providing the food and lodging of Carlos Rolando Lopez, who described himself to me as the "assis- tant trainer of the principal horse, Dr. Sab." Carlos num- bered among his intimate friends the Panamanian jock- eys. Jacinto Vasquez. Laffit Pincay, Jr. Walter Guerra. J orge Velasquez. Carlos said that his own mentor was Luis Ferrugia the Magician, "the best trainer in Panama City." Carlos made these remarks, among other places, -yq over meals-where, from a Xeroxed menu, I helped him choose what he wanted. Carlos was eating better than his horses. I went to Hatch 4 with him in the afternoon. The containers were stowed amidships with their doors open. As many as seven horses were in one twenty-foot box-in narrow wooden stalls framed within the steel. The two-year-olds were cribbing as if their lives depended on it. They were chewing up the wood of the stalls. Five hundred miles from Guayaquil, they >{ MAR.CH 26,1990 had already made crescent-shaped in- dentations larger than slices of water- melon. They were chewing the posts as well as the rails. Carlos eXplained that they were hungry. He said a very strict diet of hay and water was the Magi- cian's formula for avoiding seasickness. Unfortunately, someone had taken the great trainer too much at his word and had sent to the ship just eight little packets of hay. Carlos was not being democratic. He had been giving a full ration to Dr. Sab, somewhat less to Axe Lady and The Admiral, and pi ttances to the others. Two and a half packets of hay were left. Carlos was reserving it all for Dr. Sab. This son of Seattle Slew-and brother of Slew City Slew-was a black horse that looked unpleasant, but the wood of his stall was whole. I left Carlos and went to the bridge. The captain was attentive to the horses and asked how they were getting along. Vernon McLaughlin was at the ship's wheel, and as the story unfolded he burst out, "They're so fucking cheap they won't feed their horses. With wood in their stomachs, they can't pass it. That's a sin!" "Carlos says that is not a problem," I told him. "Carlos says, 'They could eat the whole ship.' " Mac would not stoop to comment. Time passed. A further thought oc- curred to me. "Dr. Sab is undefeated," I remarked. "Impressive as that may be, he has run in only five races, and he is five years old. What has he been doingr" Captain Washburn said, "He's been eating." Those were watches of targets and rain. The weath- er was so heavy one morn- ing that when the light came up we couldn't see the bow. Peewee was on lookout in the bow. Calvin King was at the wheel, standing some- what heavily, tired-Calvin, from Weldon, North Carolina, a grand- father, in his tortoiseshell bifocals, his Lykes Brothers cap, his khaki shirt, his brown leather shoes, his bluejeans patched in the seat with cloth of another color. Andy was leaning over the north-up radar, marking the plot- ting head with a grease pencil. Calvin said, "This ain't no workin' weather. I'm too old for this shit." He was referring not to quartermastering- his turn at the wheel on the four-to-eight